Chapter 1944
As golden light illuminated the air, a silhouette rose from Folo Mountain.
It was as though time had stopped, for even the grass stopped swaying, and the rocks stopped
cracking.
The silhouette overlooked everything beneath it like an almighty god.
At that moment, several million citizens in another city that was located several hundred miles away
from Folo Pce saw the silhouette as well.
The silhouette looked like the sun, exuding a domineering and graceful aura to every corner.
The next moment, tens of thousands of people kneeled before the silhouette.
Although almost none of the citizens of India knew who it was, they instinctively feared and
respected it.
Hence, they unknowingly kneeled and started to worship the silhouette.
Perhaps, the citizens of India were faithful to their beliefs.
A true believer wouldn''t engrave the image of God in his mind. Instead, it was something that they
would firmly believe deep in their heart.
When God finally manifested Himself, the believer would instinctively know it even though they had
never seen His image before.
The silhouette used to be the king and founder of the invincible dynasty of India.
In addition, he established Folo Pce, the holynd of India''s martial arts world.
Just like how the citizens in China believed that they were the descendants of the same ancestor,
the martial artists in India also regarded themselves as the descendants of the king.
To be exact, he was revered as the god of India.
Ye Fan would probably be shocked upon knowing his identity.
After all, the fact that a figure who had ceased its existence for hundreds of years emerged out of
nowhere was indeed nothing short of baffling.
Also, it was unfathomable to cast the silhouette from afar as it required the power of the soul.
Since the figure had passed away thousands of years ago, the amount of power needed to cast its
silhouette to the present day was unimaginable.
At that moment, everyone, including King Folo and the others, kneeled beneath Folo Mountain.
“We, the descendants of India, are ipetent and can''t protect our country. Now, the martial arts
world of India is on the brink of copse. Hence, we have no choice but to seek your assistance. 0
great ancestor, I beg you to crush the devil that is threatening us so that India''s martial arts world
can be passed down for thousands of years toe!”
King Folo and the rest were on their knees at the foothill with reverence.
However, the silhouette didn''t respond to them but merely gazed around the earth.
In the end, its gaze was fixated on the only man standing.
As the silhouette scanned Ye Fan from head to toe, thetter did the same.
After a while, Ye Fan could see that the silhouette was an elder who had seemingly lived
forthousands of years.
At the same time, as the silhouette stared at Ye Fan, it could seemingly see right into his soul.
Sensing this, Ye Fan stopped moving and stared at the silhouette while putting his guard up.
After all, it wasn''t Ye Fan''s first time encountering a silhouette.
Back when Ye Fan was defeated on Mount Chumen, Chu Yuan wanted to end his life.
At that time, Ye Fan''s Great-grandma emerged as a silhouette and defeated Chu Yuan with three
palm strikes.
Well aware of the power a mere silhouette could dish out, Ye Fan was on high alert as he face the
supposed ancestor of India.
“Hmm? That''s strange. What is that?”
Still being wary, Ye Fan noticed that a part of the sky had seemingly cracked after the silhouette
emerged.
Just when Ye Fan was feeling bewildered, the silhouette said, “Repent before your sins are too
great for God to forgive.”
The silhouette spoke as if he was a saint schooling his disciple.
Hearing that, Ye Fan shook his head and replied, “I''m sorry, but I don''t believe in God nor do I have
any desire of bing a monk. After all, what would my wife do if I do be one? By the way,
do you have a wife and children? Do they still recognize you? Are they doing well? Do you need my
help to take care of them?”
King Folo was enraged upon hearing the many insults that Ye Fan was hurling. He roared, “Silence!
How dare you defile our ancestor with your disgusting words?”
Ye Fan couldn''t be bothered to entertain them.
If the silhouette didn''t appear, Ye Fan would have already killed King Folo and the rest of the clowns
with a single strike.
“0 ancestor, you don''t have to waste time talking to him, for he is beyond salvation. We beg of you
to crush him immediately!”
Knowing that Ye Fan was eloquent and mean, King Folo and the rest were reluctant to engage in a
war of words with him.
If there were no other choices, they would prefer being killed by Ye Fan straight away rather than
arguing with him non-stop.
After listening to King Folo, the silhouette''s gaze turned colder.
“I see that being kind to you is equivalent to being cruel to everyone else on Earth. It seems like I
would have to sacrifice your life in exchange for the peace of every human being.”
Once the silhouette finished speaking, everyone saw that it lifted a finger.
Boom!
A momentter, thunder rumbled in the sky.
Then, several rays of Violet Lightning emerged from the mountain like golden dragons rising to the
sky.
Before Ye Fan could prepare himself, the rays of lightning coiled around his hands and legs like
chains and restrained him in the air.
With Ye Fan''s scrawny figure suspended in the air, it looked as if he was a death row prisoner,
waiting for God''sjudgment.
“Ye Fan!” Noa shouted in fear.
Meanwhile, Ye Fan was struggling to set himself free.
However, he soon noticed that the rays of lightning appeared to be the most invincible chains on
Earth.
The more Ye Fan struggled, the tighter the rays of lightning be.
Before long, tendrils of pain shot up Ye Fan''s body.
“Is that... Violet Lightning?”
Fen Tian was startled by what he was seeing.
Although Fen Tian was skillful inmanding lightning, his Power of Lightning was nothing
compared to Violet Lightning.
My skills looks just like child''s ypared to him.
“So, this is the power of a god?”
Fen Tian looked at the rays of lightning in shock and
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admiration.
“Hahaha. Chu Tianfan, how is it? As I said before, the ultimate power of India''s martial arts world is
beyond your imagination. Now, ept the death sentence that is going to be meted out by our
ancestor!”
King Folo burst intoughter.
India''s ancestor is my most powerful trump card. It doesn''t even matter that I couldn''t win against Ye
Fan as long as I have our great ancestor on our side.
Deep down, King Folo felt relieved that he was not thest line of defense for India''s martial arts
world, and that he still had the ancestor of India to fall back on for support.
On the contrary, Ye Fan was alone and had no one but himself to rely upon.
After all, he didn''t have a prominent background or strong backing from anyone. All he had was his
fists and his prowess.
It doesn''t matter how strong and talented you are. You can defeat every contemporary fighter, but
can you really defeat an ancestor aged more than a thousand years?
Since an ancestor had strong foundations in martial arts, a talented but young fighter could hardly
win the fight.
For instance, Ye Fan managed to defeat every contemporary fighter of the Chu Sect but lost to a
powerful elder in the end.
As such, King Folo opined that Ye Fan was repeating his mistakes.
You can defeat all of the fighters in Folo Pce but in the end, you will have to sumb to the
ancestor of India''s martial arts world.People may think that we''re bullying an orphan who has no
backing from anyone. But, I don''t care what others think!
“Everything in the world is nothing but an illusion.”
The silhouette''s words echoed loudly across thend.
As the silhouette raised its palm, it felt as if the entire world was covered by it.
The next moment, the silhouetteunched a palm strike that was chocked full of immense power at
Ye Fan, potentially bringing about the apocalypse.
Boom!
The whole world trembled.
Although the silhouette only threw a single palm strike, everyone could see tens of thousands of
palm strikesing down on Ye Fan at once.
Given that the rays of lightning were restraining Ye Fan, he had nowhere to hide.
At that moment, Ye Fan looked just like a death row prisoner being nailed on the cross and waiting
to be engulfed by the numerous palm strikes.